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Published: December 3rd 2012
All along the road we saw coffee being dried in the sun, and people walking through the coffee to turn it around every now and then
The drive up the winding roads to Dalat is quite surreal – the landscape changes, the light is different, the air is crisp and fresh and it is like crossing the border into the middle class. We had heard the Vietnamese refer to it as the Paris of Vietnam, where they come from all over the country on romantic getaways to the city of eternal spring, and that it was filled with kitsch and tacky touches, in true Vietnames style. But our experience was quite the opposite.
By a fluke, the last room available at Dreams Hotel was the best, and 25 dollars bought us a balcony on the top floor with a huge tub, complete with jet streams, as well as the best breakfast we've had in Vietnam so far, and the friendliest guy in the world who did everything, from manning the reception to making said breakfast, himself.
The city itself was an unexpected and lovely discovery: surprisingly middle-class, the fact that it is a destination for the Vietnamese as well makes for a relaxed ambience. Also, the fact that it attracts so much business based on its romantic atmosphere means the town invests money in such
a sna(c)k(e) for the road
just a little something you could pick up from the lunch restaurant we ate at by the road
fancy things such as garbage trucks (and trash cans! So you don't have to hoard all your trash all day in order not to throw it on the street!!!), pretty street lights, and yes, even a telecommunications tower shaped like the Eifell Tower.
The relaxed vibe, the buildings left over from the colonial era, and the non-tropical vegetation, make for a nice European feel. To add to our relaxation, we had made it somewhere to get our visas renewed (in an incredible 24 hours!) and could finally give our butts a rest from the road.
To celebrate, we spent a day doing much of nothing. We visited the local market (they had middle-class niceties like zip-locks! And neoprene gloves that could be used for driving! And strawberries!) We ate lunch at the stalls inside the market, and dinner from street vendors (all wearing wool hats, due to the «intense cold» of around 20 Celsius.
On the 2nd day in Dalat we climbed up the highest peak on Liang Bang mountain (a tough 2167 meters up), from which the breathtaking views were oddly European. If you do it, take a right at the ranger station and pay the
we did not expect a bath tub with Jet stream when we got to Da Lat, but man were e happy
extra admission, it is worth it to get on a real trail and away from the main road, even though the last 900m will leave you winded.
We rounded off the day with some western-style food, a rare treat.
Leaving Dalat, it had been wonderful to enjoy a cool breeze for a change, but we were eager to finally get somewhere where we could even out our tans and Sadie could get some sun on her face (it doesn't seem to like the mix of sweat, dirt and pollution from the bike)...
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